As soon as Liu Wuzhong came, he attracted the attention of the two people in the field. Yang Youde just nodded to Liu Wuzhong; while Dong Xingwu looked at Liu Wuzhong for several seconds before retracting his gaze. Dong Xingwu showed a smug smile. Time is indeed the most powerful weapon. Liu Wuzhong is old, so he is more confident.

To be honest, Liu Wuzhong left the most impressive impression on Dong Xingwu back then. After all, he was knocked away with a punch, and there was a huge shadow area in his heart.

Liu Wuzhong came to Wang Cheng and Wang Yuanyuan and whispered: "Why are you two little guys here? Wang Cheng, your master, are you okay?"

Wang Cheng was a little surprised. Why did Mr. Liu ask his master if he saw him? Mr. Yang asked just now. After thinking about it carefully, the old Taoist priest had nothing bad to do last time. He nodded and said, "My master is fine. He just had dinner in the hotel and met Mr. Yang and Dongxingwu to compete in martial arts. I don't want to miss such a thing. I can learn a lot when watching the masters compete."

Wang Cheng received the practice of Tai Chi whip power from Yang Wuji last time, but he has not yet understood the way. After all, he is not practicing Tai Chi step by step. He hopes that he can understand something when Mr. Yang takes action.

Liu Wuzhong looked at Dong Xingwu and smiled bitterly: "I could knock him away with one punch, but now I am probably not his opponent. Last time I fought with your master, I consumed too much energy and have been practicing behind closed doors recently. I didn't expect that the old Japanese killed him. Even if I had no strength, I would have to come over to fight. Even if I failed, I couldn't be underestimated by this old Japanese."

Wang Cheng frowned slightly: "Old Liu, I'll take your pulse."

Liu Wuzhong smiled and handed his wrist to Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng held the pulse and his brows became even tighter. Liu Wuzhong's pulse was the real old man's pulse, like the setting sun, which was almost the same as Old Tang's pulse, but it was a little smoother.

How could it be so weak?

Seeing Wang Cheng's doubts, Liu Wuzhong said calmly: "When people get old, they will do this. Now I have a clear conscience and can be an ordinary old man for a few years. Unfortunately, I may lose to this old Japanese today, and I will definitely be told by some younger generations in the future."

The tone was a little regretful and unwilling.

Wang Cheng looked at Liu Wuzhong and didn't want the old man to leave regrets and stains. Although he competed with his master, both sides were not enemies. He was a little admired by the old man in his heart. He thought and whispered: "Mr. Liu, do you want to win?"

Liu Wuzhong glanced at Wang Cheng strangely and smiled: "I naturally want to win, who wants to lose to the old Japanese? Unfortunately, I have no strength left, my arms and legs, and this old Japanese is much stronger than before."

"If so, I can help you and make you beat the old Japanese, would you like to believe me?"

Wang Cheng said in a low voice.

Liu Wuzhong was stunned, looked around and lowered his voice, "Wang Cheng, what are you doing? If I can win this game, I will have no regrets in my life. I owe you a favor. If you have the opportunity to find me to learn the cannon fist for a month."
Chapter completed!